Sunday 8 February 2009

Grave matters

Solitary in the graveyard
stands the building, a chapel
of unease amid the peace and silence.
With captive menace, a door ajar invites me in.
An empty space of dark and cold
holds fears and dread.
Inside the darkness
fears take solid form.
Unyielding, they seize my heart
in relentless grip.
The black possesses me.
I am buried alive.

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